Prometheus's stealth made man a slave,
It amazes,it bedazzles,
It burns him down,
You know it'll hurt you
And yet you get drawn.....
When you have once tasted blood,
You are pulled by its charm,
and u soon get addicted...
Sucked of your pith,you are left strained,
This emotional catharsis leaves you drained!
You know you'll soon be charred,
But yet you move to the piper's tune,
conscious that it may leave youscarred!
It is the light that attracts you.
It is the warmth that engulfs you.
It is the power that excites you.
It is the passion that ignites you.
You know it is ephemeral,
And yet it is surreal.
You play with fire,
In hope to tame it.
Finally you ll have it tamed,
Or else it'll have you consumed.
The harmony you wished for,
may never be achieved....
But yet you live each day,intoxicated by the slow poisson,
Loving every bit of it passing though your vein,
Though slowly it inveigles you into Hade's domain.
And what will remain is a flickering flame,
left behind to tell the tale...
You know that things would never be the same,
but then.....
Is'nt it true that ethereal happiness
Worth dying for even in its transience?
